Autumn is officially here, friends.
I have acquired four new cardigans in the past month to prove it.
I have acquired four new cardigans in the past month to prove it.
Oh, how I love this season!
I keep thinking of the Keats poem
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness..."
On Tuesday evening I drove up the canyon with a friend and walked around a lake rimmed with golden aspen groves. The air was fresh and crisp and perfect. Each of us kept stopping mid-sentence to simply gasp at the brilliance of it all.
I kicked myself for not bringing my camera.
I also realize that sometimes this is a blessing.
We also caught sight of a moose family
(momma, papa, and their kiddo).
Enjoy watching the world turn vibrant. I most definitely am.
I keep thinking of the Keats poem
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness..."
On Tuesday evening I drove up the canyon with a friend and walked around a lake rimmed with golden aspen groves. The air was fresh and crisp and perfect. Each of us kept stopping mid-sentence to simply gasp at the brilliance of it all.
I kicked myself for not bringing my camera.
I also realize that sometimes this is a blessing.
We also caught sight of a moose family
(momma, papa, and their kiddo).
Enjoy watching the world turn vibrant. I most definitely am.
2 comments:
I drove up the canyon with my dad yesterday and LOVED all of the Aspen rainbow. They were just incredible. Love your turn of phrase, as always.
I adore cardigans. Looking forward to our drive up the canyon today...camera in hand.
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